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Subject: {ASSM} Dueling Duets - 1 - Don The Professor
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Don the Professor is the first story in a four-part series.  I recommend
that you read the series in the following order: 

Don, the Professor; Lisa's Hobby; Dave's Erudition; Judy's Revenge

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HIGGINS [becoming excited as the idea grows on him] "What is life but a
series of inspired follies?  The difficulty is to find them to do.  Never
lose a chance: it doesn't come every day.  I shall make a duchess of this
draggle-tailed guttersnipe." 

                    - George Bernard Shaw
                    Pygmalion, Act II

Lisa was having another affair. I could always tell because she started
changing her habits. This time, she was tickling my nipples a new way when
we made love. I wasn't worried though; I knew she'd let me in on the fun
when the time was right.

You see, Lisa and I had what used to be called an "Open Relationship." Back
in the late '70's and early 80's, when we were both divorced, both of us had
relationships with a lot of people. I met Lisa when I was doing an
managerial training seminar for the training company I was working for; she
was one of my students. After one of the classes, she came up to me and
asked me if I was available for outside consultation, as there's nothing
more rewarding than a good education. A few dates later, she started
educating me, to hear her tell it.

When we got married in '86, I didn't think that either one of us would give
up other people permanently. After a couple of years of married bliss (and
it was! Still is, for that matter.) we discussed the situation and decided
that, as long as nobody got hurt and we didn't keep secrets from each other,
that we could both have other friends. In the decade since then, Lisa has
had twelve or fourteen trysts, most of them lasting just a few days; the
longest had gone on for a couple of months. I'd only had two affairs; one
went on for six months, and the other had ended only after she moved to
Boston when her husband was transferred. I still see her whenever I'm in New
England if she can get away. Lisa and I love to tell each other our stories
in bed.

One Thursday night in early August, Lisa came home a little later than
usual, and I could tell that she'd been crying. I got her a drink, and asked
her if there was anything wrong, anything that I could help with.

"Don," she said, snuggling up to me so I could hold her, "I think I've
really blown it this time."

"Well, it's nothing that we can't fix, I'm sure. Tell me about it."

"You know Dave at the Country Club, don't you?"

"The good looking guy with the mousy wife? What's her name, Jill?"

"Judy, that's him. Well, a couple of weeks ago, I got out of work early and
went over to the club to play a practice round. Don was there, looking for a
game, and since there was nobody else around I told him I'd be happy to play
with him. We started laughing and having a good time, and I started flirting
with him. Oh I know I shouldn't have; I never did think it was good to start
anything so close to home. But Don's such a straight arrow, and I thought
this was just harmless fun. After the round was over, we went our separate
ways, and I just figured he'd boink his wife that night and think about me."

"I got a call from him a couple of days later. He asked me if I wanted to
have a drink. I got curious and agreed. He suggested a lounge near the
motels, and he told me his life story. Seems that he and Judy had to get
married in college. Since then he's been bored with her, he says she's
frigid, but he never had the guts to have an affair. It took him two drinks
to get that far, and I started feeling sorry for him. I told myself that
this would be a short fling, that he'd get what he wanted, and I'd have done
my good deed for the day. I told him about us, and that I always told you
everything. I wanted him to know that we wouldn't be going behind your back,
and that even though he'd have nothing to fear, he'd have to look you in the
eye. I figured he'd split about that time. But he hung in there, so I asked
him if he was going to sit there for the rest of his life, crying in his
beer, or was he going to get a motel room?

"Don, the first night was awful. He was so inexperienced that I had to lead
everything. I'm surprised he knew which hole to put it in! I decided to let
him have one more shot at me, and set up one of those romantic evenings at
the Bed & Breakfast. I told him that would be the last time, because I was
afraid of causing a scandal at the club.

"He agreed, and we got it on over there last Monday night. This time, he was
really good. Maybe it was because he was more relaxed, I don't know. I began
to reconsider my decision, and let it go on a little longer, but I didn't
mention it.

"As we were breaking up that night, he asked me for one last favor -- he
told me that he'd fantasized for years about having another woman in his
marriage bed (those were his exact words!) and he asked me to help this one
come true. He promised me complete safety, as Judy goes over to the club
every Thursday night to have dinner with three of her friends and play
bridge. Hell, I've seen the bunch of them in there many a time, sipping
lemonade. I was a little nervous, but Dave told me that she always got home
at 9:45 on the dot, and we'd be out of there by 8:00.

"Now, I know I shouldn't have, but hell, he wanted it so badly. I knew that
it would be the last time he ever had another woman in his life, and I
couldn't resist. At 6:30, I parked my car in the back part of a park about 5
blocks from his house, and he picked me up. He made me scrunch down as he
pulled his car into the garage so none of his neighbors would see. We got up
to his bedroom and I let him start to undress me. He had me down to my
panties, and Boom! the door opens and in walks Judy. She just looks at him
and me, starts crying and walks out. I was so upset that I just put my
clothes on and bolted for the door. Dave didn't know what to do, so I told
him not to worry about me. I walked back to my car, and just sat in it and
cried for awhile. It wasn't until I was almost home that I realized that I'd
left my jewelry on the nightstand."

"Don't worry about it, honey," I said. "I've met Dave a number of times, and
he seems like a good joe. I'm sure that he won't let a problem start."

"But what about Judy?" she replied. "I'm sure she'll make his life a living
hell. What if she comes after us, too?"

"You've got a good point. Now, if there's no further questions, let's go to
bed." All we did that night was sleep.

#The next morning, as things normally do, things looked a little brighter.
Lisa was getting ready for her trip. As a director in the Human Resources
division of a large company, she was going out to the coast . Sunday through
Thursday she was going to an H/R convention in Anaheim. Then she would spend
the rest of the time visiting the plants and branches in the west. She was
planning on getting back very late on Friday night two weeks hence.

When she got home, she told me that Dave had left her a message, but that
she hadn't been able to phone him at his office. She sure wasn't going to
call him at home! Later that evening, we made mad, passionate love. Okay,
okay, we'd been married for twelve years, and sometimes passionate means
that we light a candle for some different lighting and we take more than
fifteen minutes. But we both enjoyed it, and figured it would keep us for a
couple of weeks.

She got up and called for a taxi to take her to the airport. I kissed her
goodbye, and meandered over to the club for my regular golf game.

I was out on the practice range warming up, when Dave came rolling up in a
cart. You could tell how embarrassed he was by the way he hung his head, but
he figured he'd have to just deal with it. I walked up to him, stuck my hand
out, and said, "Well, at least you're still alive!"

He didn't quite know how to take that. He shook my hand and said, "What do
you mean?"

I just laughed. "Judy let you live after Thursday night. That's good. Your
partners would be really pissed at me if they found out it was Lisa's and my
fault that they'd lost a good pigeon!"

He smiled and said, "Oh, you know then."

"Sure I do. Lisa told me that you knew we don't have secrets from each
other." Dave started to apologize, and I cut him off. "Don't worry about it
. I'm sure sorry it ended that way. How's Judy taking it?"

"You know, this is the really strange part. She cried for awhile, and then
just talked for a long time. She wanted to know all the usual things. I told
her that this was my first, and last, affair. That I still loved her, that I
don't want a divorce, all that stuff. Then she went up and changed the
sheets on the bed.

"She seemed to take it really well. She doesn't want anything from me. I
even suggested that I cancel my golf trip next week and take her to a nice
resort, and she told me that it's not necessary. I find her weeping every
once in awhile, and once she cracked that she was going to figure out a way
to get even with me, but other than that, it was business as usual last
night, except that things are still really strained. She's slept in the
guest room the last two nights, but I guess I deserve that.

"Well, I hope she gets over it soon. Dave, do you have Lisa's jewelry?"

"Her jewelry? No, I thought she'd taken it with her. Oh, shit."

"Well, if you can get it back, I know she'd really appreciate it."

He told me he'd try, and if he couldn't he'd replace it. I headed off for my
tee time, thinking that we'd dodged a bullet. Shows you how wrong you can be
sometimes.

#The next Tuesday morning, I got a call in my office. It was Judy. After a
few awkward pleasantries, she said, "Don, I'm sorry to bother you, but I've
got something that belongs to your wife, and I'd like to return it to you."
I figured she didn't want to give the jewelry to Lisa herself; I was glad
for that.

"Thanks, Judy. Should we meet at the club?"

"No, I'd like to meet somewhere where you and I could talk for a little
while, if you don't mind." I started to tell her that it would be fine with
me, but she stopped me. "Don, please. I just want to talk to you and get a
few things straight. Maybe you can even help me with a problem I'm having.
Please, could you meet me someplace for cocktails tonight?"

I was a little worried, but then I thought that this might be the best thing
after all. If she was going to cause a scene, at least I might be able to
get it away from the limelight. I agreed, and Judy suggested a place and
asked me if we could meet about 6:00. It was only after I'd hung up that I
realized that this was the same lounge where Lisa and Dave had met before
their first liaison.

When I got to the lounge, Judy was already there, with a glass of iced tea
in front of her. There's nothing really wrong with Judy's looks. She's
medium height, and she has a long face that her long, straight, brunette
hair just accentuates. I couldn't tell you about her breasts, as I couldn't
remember ever seeing enough of them to notice. The clothes that she wears
are always plain, and usually white, black or dull brown or pastel colors.
She isn't much for jewelry or other accessorizing. In short, she's like a
female bird, dull and colorless, in the hope that she won't get noticed.

As I sat down, she greeted me and said, "Don, I hope you don't find this
situation as difficult as I do."

"Well," I said, "I must confess there are times when I've felt more at ease.
I guess I'd feel better if I knew what it was you wanted to talk to me
about."

"I never thought that my husband could be unfaithful to me. It never even
crossed my mind. Now that he has, I've got to come to grips with it. I
certainly can't talk to my girlfriends about it. David told me that you knew
the whole story, and I guess I thought that you might be able to help me
deal with all of this.

"I don't blame you for what's happened, and I don't blame Lisa, either. At
first I was confused as to why she wanted David, but after he told me about
the arrangement you two have, I was able to figure out that this was just
some sort of recreational activity in her mind. Sort of like golf, I guess."

We talked about the situation, and it turned out that Judy was concerned
about a scandal, too. I explained that neither Lisa or I ever discussed our
affairs outside of our marriage, and that seemed to comfort her.

"Have you figured out what it is you want to do about this, Judy? Are you
thinking of separating or . . ."

"Oh, no, never. I've loved David since the moment we met as freshmen in
university. We waited until we were seniors before I let him make love to
me; we were both virgins. I thought we were taking all the precautions, but
a couple of months later I'd missed my period. David never even thought
about not taking care of me and the baby; three weeks later we 'eloped.' In
the last twenty-six years we had two more children. The youngest boy will
graduate from college this spring. I never thought seriously about another
man, and David said that the only other woman he's ever been with is Lisa.
You don't throw away something like that.

"I'm over the shock now. I would like a little revenge, but that can wait, I
guess. My priority now is to figure out how to get him back to a point where
he won't stray again. I think I know why he tried it the first time; I'm not
exactly beautiful or sexy, like Lisa is. Do you have any ideas on how I can
go about this?"

"Judy, you're a beautiful woman," I lied. "Dave told me that he doesn't want
a divorce either. I really don't think you have anything to worry about."

"Nonsense. I'm plain, and I don't know how to be anything more. Now that the
kids are gone, he's going to find something that he's interested in. If it's
not me, it will be some other woman. A couple of more times, and he'll be
gone. I've got to learn how to stop that."

"Why don't you find a teacher?" When she gave me a puzzled look, I
continued, " You know, a friend who will help you out, help you buy some new
clothes, maybe give you a few hints on how to act."

"That's an idea, Don. Let me think about that."

We chatted for a little while. It came up that she was worried that Dave was
sneaking off to meet Lisa while he was out of town, and I had to tell her
that Lisa was out on the coast. But she calmed down when I pointed out that
he was heading for a resort in the mountains of North Carolina. She said she
had the telephone number, and that she'd check on him a few times. I also
gave her Lisa's business number (it was printed in the club book, anyway) so
that she could call the office and check. I assured her that Lisa would
never be with Dave again. When I said that, Judy got this far off look on
her face and said, "I want to believe that, but I'm not sure it's true."

Judy gave me a box with Lisa's jewelry, and we got up to leave. When we got
to the car, she thanked me for being so civilized, and shook my hand.

#

Thursday night I was sitting around the house, drinking a beer and watching
a game on the tube. The phone rang. On the other end was Judy. "Don, am I
disturbing you?" she asked.

If it had been one of the guys, I would have said, "Hell, yes! Lisa's out of
town and all the dancing girls are over. What are you doing calling me at a
time like this?" But I thought better of that line, and just said, "Why,
no."

"Don, I've been thinking about the advice you gave me. Now you are a very
attractive man, and I've seen you look at the ladies on the putting green.
 From what I know about your lifestyle, I'm sure you know what is attractive
and what isn't. I was hoping, Don, considering what's happened between our
families, that you might help me out by being my tutor."

"What exactly do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing much. Tell me what men find in women that they like. Maybe go
with me to buy some clothes. Critique my efforts."

"What would Dave think about this?"

"As you know, he's leaving on his golf trip tomorrow afternoon. I thought
that since you were unattached for the next week as well, we could start
this off without his knowing. Depending on how it goes, I could tell him
when he gets home or not. Since it's going to be perfectly harmless, I don't
think I need his approval. After all, I'm doing it for him as much as for
me."

The words "perfectly harmless" had a good effect on me. I figured after what
he'd done with my wife, he couldn't very well argue that talking with his
wife was going to upset him. I agreed to meet her for dinner at a restaurant
the next evening, and hung up.

#

Friday evening, I met Judy at a megamall on the far north side of town,
fifteen minutes or so from both of us. I knew the manager of the Ruby
Tuesday and had called him up and asked him to reserve a quiet booth for us.
I thought it was perfect, public enough so that it wouldn't seem like we
were sneaking around, but quiet enough to talk privately. Judy was waiting
for me in the lobby, wearing a traditional Judy outfit; white blouse with
violet trim on the crew neck showing absolutely nothing of the reasons that
a man would fight for, a violet skirt to her knees, some non-descript shoes.
The only jewelry was her wedding band and a thin gold bracelet.

As we sat down, I asked her if she'd like an iced tea. "Oh, no, I'd really
like to have a cocktail. I don't often drink, but I think this is a special
occasion." I ordered a Gin and Tonic, and Judy said she'd have one also.

We started talking trivialities. She told me that she'd sent Dave off to
North Carolina, and that she wouldn't see him until next Sunday afternoon.
After a little of this, she looked at me and bluntly asked, "Do you think
I'm sexy, Don?" I didn't know what to say. I mean, I hardly knew this woman,
and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. She saw my hesitation, and said,
"Don, if you're going to be my tutor, you've got to be honest with me. Now
please, tell me why I'm not sexy."

I figured that since she was going to be adamant about it, I'd just be
blunt. "The reason you're not sexy, Judy, is that you don't dress sexy, you
don't act sexy." She asked me to go on about her clothes. "Guys like color,
Judy, and they like to see a little skin. It doesn't have to be overdone,
but something should show."

"What about my hair, my face?"

"You've got a nice face, and beautiful long hair. It's just that they don't
go together. Also, you choose to wear very little makeup."

We chatted all through dinner. Judy let me buy a bottle of wine. While we
were eating, I pointed out some women at other tables and critiqued their
'sex quotient.' Judy was fascinated. Apparently, these were things she had
never considered before.

When we had finished, it was about 45 minutes until the shops closed. Judy
suggested that we go into the mall and do some people watching. After a
while, Judy observed that I was partial to women who wore reds or deep
blues. I told her that most men were. We stopped back into the bar for a
nightcap, and said, "What's next, teacher?"

I told her that a good place to start was clothes, makeup and hair. She
asked me to help her with that, and I told her that I knew nothing about
them. She told me that I knew what I liked. What if we met tomorrow
afternoon, and I could escort her while she purchased some new clothes.
Although I hate shopping as much as the next guy, I figured I owed it to
her. After we finished our drinks, I walked her to her car. As I opened the
door for her, she gave me a little hug, and a quick kiss on the cheek. Then
she drove off.

#

Saturday seemed to bode well. I played some of the best golf of the summer,
and took $24 and lunch off of my partners. After showering, I met Judy in
the same bar by the mall. I almost didn't recognize her. She had gone to the
beauty parlor and her hair was much shorter and curly. Then she had gone to
one of the department stores and got a consultant to teach her how to make
herself up. Even though she was wearing a plain white dress, she had become
very attractive. She was so excited because one of the gents in the bar kept
looking over her way before I got there; she was certain that she was being
checked out!

We started towards the clothes stores, and Judy started out by going
immediately to the racks of pastels and patterns, and I just stood with my
hands on garments that were red, blue, green, or anything bright. Between
stores, she queried me about the cut of the clothes; should she let it all
hang out or what? I told her that clothes should be an advertisement, and
should show just enough to ensure the viewer that there was more in there
that he'd like to see. In the fourth store, she tried on a great outfit for
her; a red silk blouse that showed a little cleavage and a great navy skirt
with a slit up the side. When the salesgirl suggested a golden belt to go
with it, Judy was hesitant, but went along with it on my recommendation. She
wore this outfit out of the store. For the first time, I was noticing that
Judy had boobs. Not big ones, but well proportioned. In the next store Judy
bent over while she was wearing a very loose blouse, and I caught a glimpse
of her bra. You guessed it, playtex, white and formless. By the time we were
done, Judy had purchased five new outfits, all with my seal of approval.

I made her wear one of her new outfits along with a pair of red high heels
that we had purchased. She looked quite good. I took her to a restaurant
nearby, the kind that has soft music and is very quiet. Over dinner, we
discussed how a sexy woman acts. She had been under the impression that the
only way to be sexy was to throw herself at a man. I explained that was the
last thing. Perhaps a glimpse of leg, or a nicely upturned arm. When I told
her that one of the sexiest things a woman can do in public is to hold a
man's hand, she was incredulous. I told her to look at some lovers across
the way, and she observed what I meant. Then she reached over the table,
took my hand, and started massaging it gently. I told her that Dave would
really enjoy it when she did that, and she asked, "And you don't?"

I again walked her back to her car, and she gave me a very nice hug. I could
feel her breasts rubbing just a little over my chest, and she gave me a
quick, chaste kiss on the mouth with a "Thanks, Don. I've enjoyed it."

A few minutes after I got home, the phone rang, and it was Lisa. We don't
bother keeping in touch with each other much when we're on the road. Maybe
one or two calls a week. This time, there was some noises in the background,
and Lisa told me she was out by some seals in San Francisco. I asked her how
big they were; she told me it didn't matter, she wasn't into bestiality.
When she asked me what I was doing with myself, I just said, "Not much of
anything." I guess I just didn't want to tell her about Judy, no particular
reason. We talked for fifteen or twenty minutes. Just a few seconds after
we'd hung up, it rang again. I figured it was Lisa calling me back to tell
me something she'd forgot, and I answered, "Hello again, Beautiful!"

Judy's voice replied, "Don, do you really think so?"

I quickly thought about it, and then candidly retorted, "Yes, I do; you've
made a great deal of progress." She was quite pleased to be given a
compliment; I could tell that Dave and Judy didn't talk to each other very
much in a loving manner.

"Well, where do we go from here, teach?"

"Let's see, you've got clothes, shoes and a few belts and such. How are you
fixed for jewelry?"

"I can always use some more. Would you come with me to the mall again
tomorrow afternoon, and help me pick out a few pieces?" I agreed , we set a
time, and then said goodnight to each other.

#
When I met Judy the next afternoon, she was looking very good. I said, "You
know, if you weren't here, I'd be getting awfully sick of this mall. But
since I've got something so nice to see, I sort of like it here." Once again
the compliment excited her, and she blushed a little. She was wearing a
bright yellow dress that we had purchased; although the hem was almost to
her knee, there was a slit that showed her legs seductively as she moved,
and it was a little tight in the bodice.

In the two jewelry stores we visited, she let me point out things that
looked good to me, and then tried them on for my yea or nea. In the end, she
purchased two new necklaces, three bracelets and a brooch, none of them
truly expensive.

I suggested dinner again, and suggested that she come over to my house. I
was getting tired of restaurants with Lisa gone, and I figured we could talk
a little more candidly. Judy was a little nervous about that, but I told her
that I was allowed to entertain friends of mine. She followed me home, and
drove into the garage while I parked out in the driveway. Apparently she
thought she had something to hide. We walked into the kitchen and I got a
bottle of white wine out if the fridge, and grilled some chicken on the
deck. Over dinner, she said that she felt so much better in her new clothes
and makeup. I explained to her that she was on the road to truly being sexy;
it's as much what a woman thinks of herself as what she wears.

After dinner, we took another bottle of wine into the living room, and sat
on the couch. She asked me what lingerie did for a man. I talked for awhile
of the mystery of wrapping, and how a man's senses are enhanced by the sight
of lace on a woman's body, a whiff of perfume, or the feel of silk covering
a woman's breast. Judy listened with interest, and asked a few questions.
Finally she told me that she was going to throw all of her old bras and
panties out and start over.

Then, without my prompting, she began to tell me about her lovelife with
Dave. I was a little embarrassed, but just let her talk. Since Dave was the
only man she'd ever been with, she doubted that she really knew what good
love making was. They'd only been together a few times before she got
pregnant, and on the short honeymoon they had she'd been so careful about
harming the baby, that she couldn't let herself go. Early in their marriage,
it was a case of too many babies, not enough sleep, his work, anything but
concentration on sex. Recently, Dave and she had rarely found enough
interest in it at all. When I asked her how often she climaxed, she confided
that she wasn't sure if she had ever had an orgasm; if she had, it was so
little that it surely didn't count.

Then she began asking me about my sex life, how many women I'd been with,
were there differences between girls? Without being obscene, I satisfied her
curiosity. She asked about technique, and about the things that lovers do to
each other. When she talked about oral sex, she couldn't use the word 'cock'
or 'penis.' She asked me if I liked to go down on women, and I said I
certainly did, that was most of the fun for me. She said she never liked it
when Dave used to do it to her, but that she let him occasionally.

As we were talking she seemed to get a bit closer to me. Soon, she was
holding my hand, and put her mouth up. I didn't know that a closer
relationship was something either one of us wanted to start, but when she
leaned over to me and kissed me, I just went along with it. At first she was
just rubbing her lips over mine, but soon she opened her mouth and I found
out that, considering her lack of experience, she was a very good kisser.
After a little while, she started kissing my neck, and I let my hands begin
to rub her back. She responded very well, and leaned over backwards. I moved
over beside her, and started to kiss her ears and neck, and felt her neck
with my hands. She held my hand, kissed it, and then put it back on her
neck. Judy was starting to make little moaning sounds and my hand started to
go a little lower on her exposed chest. When I was just about to put my
finger into her cleavage, she sat up very suddenly.

"Don, I like you. I'm enjoying this, but I'm not sure that we should go any
further tonight. It's just moving a little fast for me. Do you mind?"

"Of course not. You need to be comfortable with what you do, and actually, I
shouldn't even have tried to get fresh with you."

"Nonsense. I started it. But right now, I'd like to stop." She kissed me
once more, deep and wet and yet not very inviting, and then went to her car.
As she drove out of the garage, she told me that she'd give me a call.

Seventy two hours later, I never would have thought about a cold fish like
Judy. But that night, I laid in bed and masturbated thinking of her.

#I expected a call in my office on Monday, but nothing came of it. The phone
was silent in the evening also. This gave me some time to ruminate on the
situation. On the one hand, I really shouldn't be messing around with
another man's wife if it would cause problems between them. That's the
biggest problem with adultery, that someone would wind up feeling cheated or
used. On the other hand, Dave hadn't had any problems messing around with my
wife. Even though he knew about our open relationship before Lisa let him
in, he certainly was trying to get into her pants before he knew the score.
I figured that (should anything develop, I really didn't think that Judy
would let it go that far) it would be fair turnaround in the end. I decided
that I would discuss the situation with Judy before I let anything really
serious happen. That way, she would be as culpable as I.

During lunch on Tuesday, I decided to call Judy and check to see how she
was. After a few minutes talk, she said, "How about one last shopping trip?"

"What do you need my help with now?"

"A few little odds and ends. Come on, it'll be fun."

She told me to get dinner on my own, and meet her at the bar about 7:30.
When I got there, she was in a booth with a glass of white wine. Once again,
she'd dressed to kill in a off-white silk blouse that flowed down her body,
a short green skirt and matching high heels. A beautiful gold necklace
surrounded her neck, and the diamond brooch that we had purchased kept her
blouse from opening too far. After looking her over (she blushed a little,
but smiled,) I ordered a matching drink, and she reached over to hold my
hand. "I don't know how to thank you enough for all the time you're putting
into this project." I assured her that I was enjoying it, and after we
finished our drinks, she stood up and led me to the final store - Victoria's
Secret. As we got to the window, she queried, "Don, do you think you'll know
the kind of sexy underclothes I'd look good in?" I told her that I thought I
had a pretty good idea.

I was impressed with the way she went to the right racks; apparently she'd
learned the lessons that we'd been through. She showed me lacy and frilly
things in bold, bright colors. She stayed away from thick garments, and
didn't go near the patterns that looked like wallpaper.

She picked some combinations of bras and panties that I approved of, and
went into the dressing room to try them on. The store was U-shaped, with the
dressing room all the way in the back. The store was deserted except for the
salesclerks, and I was in the next room, looking at some negligees, when I
heard her voice, "Don, would you mind coming in here for a minute?" I went
in, and the door to her cubicle opened. She was wearing a matching bright
blue combination, and I was treated to a good look of her body. The bra
barely covered her nipples, and the panties showed her ample ass in the
mirror to it's best effect. "Do you like this one?" Figuring by my look that
I certainly did, she gave a little giggle and then closed the door. When she
came out, she was fully dressed, and decided to take all the outfits but
one. After she had paid, she handed the clerk a little bag, and asked her to
put it in the wastebasket. As we were walking out, I asked her what was in
the bag. "My old brassiere and underpants," she beamed, "I'll never wear
things like that again."

We walked immediately to her car, and she went around to the passenger's
side, threw the car keys to me, and asked me if I'd take her for a drive. I
opened her door for her and then got in the drivers side. As I sat down, I
noticed that she was showing a lot of leg, and that she wasn't wearing
pantyhose.

As she directed me out into the country, we talked about her lessons. It was
her opinion that dressing sexy wasn't such a mystery; you just had to think
about it a bit. She was surprised that she'd never realized it before, and
thanked me again for giving her the male perspective. I then brought up the
subject of what Dave would think about us taking a moonlight drive. Her
reaction was that we were both consenting adults, just as Dave had been with
Lisa. I wasn't to be concerned about it. In about 20 minutes, she directed
me up a country road. By this time, it was quite dark, and soon she directed
me to turn off onto a dirt road. About 60 yards in we crossed over a small
bridge, and she had me turn the car around facing a small stream. She opened
up her window, and after I turned the ignition off, you could hear the roar
of the brook. The sky was clear, and a half moon illuminated the scene after
our eyes adjusted.

Her car had a bench seat, unlike the buckets of the smaller coupe I drive
around in. In a very short time she had moved across the seat, and was
kissing me tenderly. As we had the evening before, my hand started wandering
a little bit. I was making little movements down her cleavage and Judy's
kisses started getting more passionate. I moved my hand down the outside of
her blouse and was feeling the area just below her breast. Judy took my hand
and pressed it to her right tit. I kissed her and started massaging her
breast and in a few minutes, she reached up and unclipped her brooch giving
me full access to her chest. I slipped my hand inside, and could tell
immediately that she was wearing one of her new bras. I could feel that her
nipple was firm through the sheer fabric, and I could hear her gasp as I
pinched it. Soon, I pushed her back against the car door, and began kissing
her cleavage. I unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and opened it completely,
then kissed her breasts and nipples through the bra. It unfastened in the
front, and I soon had it open. As I licked and sucked her nipples she once
again began to moan, clearly enjoying the experience.

Soon, she was unbuttoning my shirt and letting her hands feel all over me. I
began feeling her bare legs, and she opened them to allow me access into her
inner thighs. I was massaging her slowly, higher and higher, and finally
came to the edge of her panties. She was moving her lower body slowly,
waiting, I thought, for me to get all the way there. When I finally gently
touched her pussy through the wet underwear, she stifled herself and then
stopped kissing me.

"Don," she said, "Please stop for a few moments." I took my hand off her
leg, and waited for the rest. She cuddled up against me, pushing her bare
breasts into my chest. "You know, we're going very, very fast here. I can't
tell you that I don't want you, because I'm sure that an experienced man
like you would know I'm lying. And I think that I'll give myself to you very
soon. But, if you don't mind, I'd like to just let you kiss and touch me
tonight. I don't want to be a tease, but I'm just not quite ready yet."

One of the things I've learned is that if you don't push a woman too far,
they'll be much more willing when they're ready. "Judy, thank you for
telling me that. I would never want to make love with you unless you truly
wanted to. Whatever you want to do tonight is fine with me. Shall we head on
back now?"

"If you don't mind, I'd just like to sit here with you awhile, enjoying
this. Would that be all right?" I assented, and we sat there for awhile,
just holding each other. Soon, she began kissing me again, and was rubbing
her hands over my naked chest. I took the cue, and started playing with her
nipples again, which became crinkled and firm in no time at all. When I
began nibbling on her ear lobe, her breathing became very fast. Her hands
were getting lower and lower, and finally, she put her palm on my trousers
and could feel my stiff cock.

I whispered into her ear, "I know you don't want to have intercourse
tonight, but would you mind if I made you feel good?" She asked me how I
would do that, and I told her that she'd have to trust me. After thinking
about it through a few kisses, she said that anything I did was okay, as
long as I didn't put it inside her.

Slowly, I continued to play with her nipples, and then leaned down to suck
on them. When I did, I let my hand slide down over the outside of her skirt,
and come to rest underneath it, feeling her panties under my palm. As I
began to trace the upper edge of the panties, she began to rub my cock
harder through my pants. "Go ahead and take it out, if you want," I said.
She didn't wait to be asked twice, and soon had my belt unbuckled, my pants
unzipped, and my cock released from the briefs I was wearing. In the
meantime, I was stroking the tops of her panties, and finally put my finger
between her legs. She opened her legs wide, letting me do anything I wanted
to. I asked her if I could take her panties off, and she again asked me if I
were planning on putting it inside. "Of course not, you asked me not to."
She lifted her ass up a little bit, and soon I had those beautiful
Victoria's Secret panties over her knees and on the seat beside us.

I could tell how nervous she was, and I started kissing her and playing with
her nipples with both of my hands again. When she started moaning again, I
put my left hand down between her legs and started playing with her thick
pubic hair. Moving down to kiss her breasts again (there's only so much you
can do in the front seat of a car,) I moved my finger to her wet snatch and
put that in her. She was moaning even harder, and when I started to finger
fuck her, she was going crazy. Finally, I pulled my finger out, and put it
on her clitoris, and started moving it quickly in a circle. It didn't take
long until she was screaming in my ear. After I knew she was done, I slowed
down, and moved up to kiss her lips, only to find that her face was wet with
tears.

"Don," she said between sobs, "that was so good. I've never, ever felt like
that before. Thank you." She started kissing me madly again, and my hand
went back to her clitoris, and soon she was coming again. This time, she
kept rubbing my cock until I couldn't help it, and let my cum blow. She felt
it on her wrist, and stopped rubbing me for a moment, but then realizing
what I needed, started again until I stopped coming. Slowly, I brought her
down, gently rubbing her clit, and then putting my finger slowly into her
twat.

After we were both calm, she reached into her purse and got out some
kleenex. She gave one to me, and seemed amazed when I used it to wipe her
soppy pussy. She let me do that, and then started wiping up my semen.

We just sat there for awhile, and then she put her panties on, buttoned her
blouse, and opened the car door and got out. I zipped up and reorganized
myself, and got out of the car myself. She was standing on the bank of the
creek, facing away from the car. I went up behind her and put my arms around
her. She turned around and gave me a long deep kiss.

"Thank you so much. You were right -- I wanted and needed that. You're so
sweet. Tell me, did you mind very much that we didn't go all the way
tonight?"

I'm not sure what she would have done if I said I wanted to. Would she have
slapped my face, or taken off all of her clothes on that bank and let me
ravage her. Which was, after all, exactly what I wanted to do. But, being a
'good guy,' I said, "Of course not." We stood there for a few minutes,
looking at the beauty of the stream, and kissing gently every once in
awhile. Once, I cupped her breast in my palm, and she pressed it with her
hand.

In a short while, we got back into the car, and she got into the drivers
side. When the lights were on, she looked down at her kelley green skirt
only to find a large stain on it. She smiled and said, "Looks like I'm going
to have to dry clean one of my outfits already."

On the way back, Judy pumped me about Lisa and my living arrangements. She
seemed to understand that I didn't mind who was screwing my wife as long as
she was safe and remained in love with me. Somehow, she got the idea that we
spent the time having orgies with other couples, and was surprised that we'd
never done anything like that.

"Wouldn't you like to have two women at once, like all men?"

"Sure, I fantasize about it. But we've never found another couple, or even a
single guy or girl that we've been comfortable with. Neither one of us were
into that scene between our marriages, either." Judy seemed to accept that.

As I got out of Judy's car to get into mine, she gave me a kiss that
promised a lot more.

#The next day , a Wednesday, I got the call from Judy as I was eating lunch
in my office. Everyone seemed to be out, so I said, "You know, I'd love to
send you a dozen roses, but I wouldn't know how to get them to you without
some one suspecting what they're for."

"I'm really glad you didn't. Anyway, I haven't really earned them -- yet.
Meet me tonight?"

So I turned her down flat. Sure I did. And Antarctica is really, really warm
in the summer.

She told me to meet her at 6:30 at a bar on the other side of the mall. Over
on that side, there's a convention center, four or five bars and
restaurants, and a hotel. When I got there, she was dressed in another
outfit we had picked together. A navy jacket with white piping and tailored
slacks to match. As I slid into the booth, she gave me a smile and reached
for my hand.

"What are we shopping for tonight," I asked.

"Anything you want. It's your turn tonight."

"Anything??"

"Sure. And I've got the perfect place to shop for it, too." She handed me a
key-card and a note that said '724.' She got up, and told me that she had to
go. I finished my drink, and then went through the hotel lobby to the
elevator. Getting off at the 7th floor, I found the room and opened the
door.

Walking in, I noticed a ice bucket with champagne in it, a platter of hor
doerves on the dresser, but the room seemed to be missing the one thing I
really wanted -- a girl. I walked over to the window, and was looking out of
it, when I heard a door open behind me. Looking around, I was treated to a
sight of this now beautiful woman (had I really said 'mousy' less than two
weeks ago?) dressed in nothing a black and gold nightgown. Walking up to me,
she kissed me passionately. "See anything you like?"

"Everything I see here has too much wrapping on it."

"Bull!" she exclaimed. "Weren't you the one who told me that a little bit of
clothing is much more effective than simple nudity? And besides, you've got
a lot more on than I have."

I agreed with her, on both counts, and she led me over to the bed.

"Any restrictions tonight? Maybe I can only touch you with my left toe, for
example?"

"You can touch me anywhere you want, as long as you touch me everyplace."

We started kissing and playing, and it wasn't long before she was taking my
shirt off, unzipping my fly, and getting rid of all of my clothes. Judy
flipped the comforter down and crawled between the sheets. I got in beside
her, and her hand immediately went to my stiff penis. "It feels so good, so
hard. I want it in me."

I stripped her bra off, and then pulled her panties down. I played with her
clit to the point where she was just about ready to come. I was gently
chewing her nipples, and started to put my head down further. But she pulled
me back and said, "No, I really don't like to do that. Come on, give me what
I want." Then she laid on her back and spread her legs wide open. It was
clear that she wanted the missionary position, my least favorite placement.
But I knew that she was new to this game, so I climbed up onto her. She
reached down, grabbed my cock and put the head directly on target. Pushing
my dick into her wet cunt, I started slowly to move in and out. She said,
'faster, faster,' so I did her bidding. She didn't seem to be reacting, but
every time I tried to slow down, she just said 'faster.' Finally, I couldn't
take any more, and came inside of her. But it wasn't a very good one. When I
did slow down, she was sobbing gently.

"Dear, what's wrong," I asked, getting off of her.

"Oh, I just hoped it would be better. You really are sweet, and you gave me
just what I wanted, but I just couldn't climax. I came close, but I didn't
get there like I did last night. Maybe I really am frigid."

I let her cry for a little while, holding her gently, and then said, "Judy,
have you thought that maybe it wasn't you, but the position we were in?"

"What do you mean? We did it the right way, didn't we?"

Finally, it dawned on me. She and Dave had never done it any other way. When
I asked her directly, she said that was the only way that she had ever had
it. That blew my mind, as I couldn't see Lisa having sex three different
times with Dave and being in missionary more than once. And that one time
only if absolutely necessary. Apparently, in some early sex training, Judy
had got the idea that anything other than missionary was dirty.

Finally, she calmed down, and I got out of bed, opened the champagne and
poured us both a glass. She remarked that she didn't feel much like
celebrating now. I told her to raise her glass and then toasted, "To a
beautiful woman, and to what is yet to come, not what is done." She drank
the toast, but I could see that she was dubious.

I climbed back into bed, and began to stroke Judy's body slowly. Then I
began to explain the different positions. Judy's eyes began to get wide, and
after awhile she was breathing hard again, mostly from her imagination
running wild on sex for the first time in her life, but also from my
ministrations to her tits and nipples. Finally, I moved my hand down to her
pussy, and started on her clitoris. In about fifteen seconds, I had her
screaming again. She was loud! After she started coming out of it, and I was
slowing my finger slowly massaging her pussy lips, I said, "Well, that
certainly didn't sound like a frigid woman to me!" She gave me a great big,
beautiful satisfied smile, and just asked for some more champagne. When I
refilled her glass, and got back into bed, she took a sip and then began to
question me about fellatio and cunnilingus.

It seems that, early in their marriage, Dave had wanted to eat her, and also
to give him a blow job (she didn't use those words), but this was somehow
mixed up with her notions of 'dirty' sex. When I explained that the feelings
given by a mouth are completely different than those of the genitals, she
seemed a little dubious. But then she asked me directly how, if she wanted
to, she should take it into her mouth. I explained that, like traveling,
getting there is half the fun. How I liked to have it licked from the base
to the tip, how I liked to have my scrotum gently sucked on, and then,
finally, how she could simply put the head into her mouth and use her tongue
and sucking pressure to please me.

When I finished, she just looked at me for a few minutes, and then slowly
pushed me back on the pillow, got up on her knees to the side of me, and
then put her head between my legs. She was obviously inexperienced, but
decided she was going to be willing to please. After licking my shaft for a
little while, she took it in her hand, and started licking the tip. In a few
minutes, she took just the very tip between her lips, and started sucking.
After a few moments of this, she stopped, looked at me and asked if that was
okay. I explained that I would like her to put a bit more of the shaft into
her mouth. She did, and suddenly, it seemed that she got the idea. She
swallowed as much as she could of my cock, and started sucking hard. My hand
went up to her pussy, which was in reach, and I stroked her clit. By now she
was going wild on my tool, and I could tell she was about to come again,
when I gently pulled her head away.

"What's wrong? Was I doing it badly?"

"No dear, not at all. I was just about to come. You were great. But we can't
waste that wonderful hard-on on your mouth, not when you've got a pussy that
needs to be filled."

She seemed a little shocked at my language, but then she decided to stop
being a prude. "Okay, which way should we, uh, screw?"

She was clearly disappointed when I moved her onto her back, and said, "I
thought you said there was a lot more than the missionary position?"

"Trust me." I got her legs up in the air and then moved onto my side, with
my cock pointing right into her pussy. "I promise you'll like this." I had
her lower her legs so that they were resting on my hip and thigh, and put my
hand over her leg to grab my dick. I gently moved further into position, and
started rubbing her cunt and clit with the tip. I could see her eyes get
real big as she realized what was coming, and then they closed as I pushed
just a little of my shaft into her. As I slowly entered her, my finger went
to her exposed clit, and, as always, the moaning began in earnest. I was
very slow and deliberate in my movements this time, and my free hand was
moving back and forth between her cunt and her breasts. I never allowed
myself to speed up, and finally, after ten minutes of this heavenly
friction, I heard her start screaming for the third time. Her pussy muscles
were contracting hard on my shaft, but I thought about how I had bogeyed the
third hole last Saturday, rather than let it come. She seemed to go on
forever, but finally she began coming out of it. I still hadn't come, and
withdrew. I kissed her, and then laid on my back.

"It's your turn to do the work, I'm tired."

"What do you mean?" She seemed astounded when I positioned her on her knees,
straddling and facing me, and then, when she realized what it was pointing
at, she grabbed my cock, and slammed our pelvis's together. I was grabbing
her hips and helping her in her movements, when finally, instead of
screaming, she just started to say, very slowly, over and over again, "Screw
me. Come on, screw me. Screw me . . ."

It wasn't long until I had to let it loose, and as I did, she opened her
eyes and stared at me. "I can feel that inside of me. Oh that's good." Then
she went back to fucking me, and kept at it, moaning and groaning until
finally I was too soft to do her much good.

Then she laid down on top of me and started kissing me. We just stayed in
the afterglow until finally my dick got so soft that it plopped out of her,
releasing a wad of cum on to her thigh and my leg. She finally got off of
me, went into the bathroom and got a wet, hot washcloth, and came back in
and cleaned my dick.

After she had gone back into the bathroom, I could hear a little tinkling
sound and the noise of the toilet flushing. I wondered if she had ever peed
with Dave in the next room without closing the door.

She came back into the bedroom, and brought the tray of food onto the bed.
We laid there, eating with our fingers and touching each other in sensitive
areas, keeping each other alert. Finally, when we had our fill of the food,
she took the tray back to the dresser, turned on the light so that I could
get a good look at her, and said, "Okay, you've helped me with my hair, my
makeup (which seems to be ruined right now, no thanks to you!) my outer
garments, my shoes, my jewelry, and finally, my lingerie (which you disposed
of in no time at all, you cad, you.) You've shown me that there's more to
life than the missionary position, and lastly, you showed me how loud I
could scream when I wanted to. There's only one thing left, (I think.) How
can I improve my body?"

This was a good question, given the material that was available. She
realized that she was in her forties, not seventeen, but still her body was
in good shape. Her breasts didn't droop too much (luckily for her, they
weren't giant sized, just nice sized.) Her ass was a good shape from
exercising regularly. And I enjoyed the shape of her legs, even though they
didn't come from a girl that was 6'2". After I told her all that, she told
me that surely, there must be something that I would change?

Finally, I got to her body hair. She had shaved her legs and underarms with
an electric razor earlier in the day, so I wasn't uncomfortable, but she had
a very thick, very black bush. Much more hair there than she needed. When I
told her about that, she asked me how much she should cut back. I told her
that I liked it short, no longer than a half-inch or so, and trimmed on the
sides and top. She asked me to show her where the lines should be, and I
moved around until I was leaning on my elbow, with my feet sticking off the
bed and where I could touch her easily, facing her so that she could see
both my face and my hand at the same time. "Take it to at least here and
here," I said, "trim the top of it to here," tracing a rectangle about three
inches by four inches. "Less is definitely better." By this time, my hand
was resting on her pussy, and I could smell her beginning to get hot again.
I put my face down for a better smell, and this time, Judy didn't pull my
head away. I went for it, and got my tongue down to her clit. This time,
Judy just leaned her head back, spread her legs wide open, and let me have
all I wanted. Of course, I wanted a lot, and I moved around to where I was
kneeling between her legs. In no time at all, I had her screaming again,
louder than ever.

After she was done, I went back up and I kissed her, letting her taste her
own pussy flavor. She really enjoyed that and asked me why she had ever
thought that was dirty? I, of course, had no answer for her.

By this time, I was surprised to find that I was ready again. Judy realized
that, and went down to lick and suck me a little. Then she looked up and
asked if she could get on top of me again. When I just smiled, up she came,
and it wasn't long before we were both coming again. I think she had found a
new favorite position.

By this time it was well after ten, and I began to wonder where we were
going to spend the night. Judy solved that problem by getting off the bed
and asking me if I wanted to take a shower before we went home. While we
were soaping each other up, she asked me if she should keep the room for
another night. I just smiled my agreement. When we had toweled off and
dressed, she kissed me for the last time that night, and told me to go out
first. As I left, she was on the phone to the manager, asking for an
extension.

#Immediately after work on Thursday, I went back to the hotel room. Judy
wasn't there, but a message on the room phone from her said she'd be there
soon. I turned on the TV (the golf tournament was on ESPN,) sat in the easy
chair that was in the room, and waited for her. When she got there, she
walked in and said, "What do those guys have that I don't?"

"A golf game. But they don't have what I really want." She seemed pleased
with the retort, and came over, and sat in my lap. I turned the TV off.

Today, she was wearing something that we hadn't bought together. A pair of
navy tailored shorts, and a frilly small white blouse that was held up on
top by a thin strap on just one side. Underneath the blouse, her tits were
enclosed in a strapless bra, white but lacy. Sexy sandals with laces that
wrapped up her legs completed the outfit. She told me that she figured that
she had to have something to wear to the club; what did I think about this
outfit.

"Perfect," I said, "you've picked up just the right amount of conservatism,
while showing your assets off in a refined way."

We started kissing and it soon turned to petting. We slowly stripped each
other, and after we were both naked, I leaned her back on the bed, with her
feet dangling over. She had trimmed her bush during the day, and I wanted to
get a good look. As I got down on my knees on the floor, she grabbed my head
and pulled my face to her pussy. "Yes, I've been thinking about this all
day. Do it!" As I started to lick her lips, she reached down and started
playing with my ears, rubbing my lobes with her fingers and putting them
inside the ear. When I put my finger inside her cunt and then nibbled on her
clit, she was gone. I hoped that no families were walking down the hall; the
noises she was making would be hard to explain to a six year old!

After she came down, she had me sit in the chair. Kneeling in front of me,
she began licking my balls, and then up and down the shaft, slowly. The girl
definitely didn't need to take a refresher course! Finally, she swallowed
about three or four inches of my cock, began massaging the underside with
her tongue, and kept squeezing the shaft with her fingers. In no time at
all, I was ready. "I'm going to come pretty soon," I gasped, thinking that
she would stop. Instead, she just kept going and let me explode in her
mouth. She kept sucking me until I had stopped coming, and then reached over
to the nightstand and got a kleenex. After she spat the cum into it, she
came back to me and started licking me to clean me. I was astounded.

We went onto the bed and were just holding and fondling each other when she
asked me, "How was it? The, er, blow job, I mean?" I told her that it was
fantastic, that it seemed she had a natural talent.

"Well, I've got a little confession. I sort of figured out what you wanted
last night, but today I went into the book store and got a book about how to
please a man. It was very specific about the technique, and I studied it
here in the room today." She got it out, and I was a little surprised. It
had quite a few pictures in it. I asked her if she was embarrassed to buy
it, and Judy told me that she'd purchased a few other books, and then had
told the clerk that one of her friends that was having a bachelorette party.
"I'm glad the clerk was a girl. I think I would have chickened out if it was
a man."

"Did you masturbate when you were reading the book?"

"You bastard," she giggled, "how did you know? It was the first time that
I'd let my self come to orgasm that way, too. See, I don't need you
anymore." I pretended that I was crushed. "But I want you anyway," she
claimed, massaging my dick.

Then she changed the subject to her bush. By this time Judy didn't seem to
be body conscious at all with me. I told her that although it was a good
first try, it was still a little bit long, and was ragged at the edges. "I
know," she said, "all I have at home is an electric razor, and it didn't
seem to want to cut the longer hair. I'll just have to try again, tomorrow.
Then you can look at it again and see if I pass."

After a little more kissing, Judy asked me if I was hungry. "What, you want
me to eat you again?"

"No, no! Well, yes, yes! But I was thinking that I must be wearing you out,
and you need some sustenance. I'm hungry too. Let's go down to the
restaurant."

We got dressed, she fixed her makeup and hair, and we took the elevator
down. Over dinner, Judy kept looking around. "Nervous that someone might see
us?"

"Oh, no, I can see that I'm getting checked out by some of the guys. They
look like they're from out of town. I wonder if they are fantasizing about
what they could do to me tonight." I told her they probably were, and might
be jacking off in their room tonight thinking of her. Her nipples showed
quite plainly when I said that, even through the bra.

After dinner, I strolled over to a nearby drugstore, and purchased a razor
with three blades, a can of shaving creme, and a small pair of scissors. As
we were going back up to the room in the elevator, Judy asked me what I was
planning. "You're not going to make me wait another day to see that
beautiful pussy all cleaned up, are you? I intend to trim it up, if you'll
let me." Once again, her nipples got hard.

"Don," she began, as we walked into the room, "in that book, there are some
pictures of girls down there. Some of them have a little bit of hair, but
some of them look like they are bald. Why do they do that?" I explained the
attractiveness of a completely shaved pussy to some men. She asked me if
Lisa groomed herself that way. I told her that occasionally she would do it,
to give me or some other guy a special treat, but normally she kept it a
little longer, and nicely trimmed. "Did she do it for David?" Judy queried.

"No, she hasn't been shaved in the last couple of years. I would have
noticed something like that."

"Good! Don, since you're going to trim me up, would you like to shave me
completely?"

I had her take all her clothes off, and then go into the bathroom. I had her
sit on the side of the tub, then wet and soaped her legs. Then I shaved her
legs with the razor, taking my time, letting her feel the comfort of a razor
shave done slowly and with a sharp blade. After I had done both of her legs
from toe to top, I cut as much pubic hair off as I could with the scissors,
and then shaved her pussy, making sure to get all the hairs inside the
thighs. Then, as the blade was getting full of hair and dull, I rinsed her
off and then shaved her again with a new blade. Finally, I turned the shower
on, soaped her with the washcloth all over her groin and ass making sure
that I got into all the cracks and had her rinse thoroughly. I toweled her
off, and then, as she sat on the toilet seat, I used the little bottle of
hand lotion to moisturize the areas I had just scraped. Afterwards, I took
her hand and put it on her pussy, letting her feel the difference. She got
very excited, and dragged me out into the bedroom. "Teacher, show me a new
position!"

"Is there any part of your body that you'd rather I not touch?" I asked.

"No, I don't think so."

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"I'm not sure what you're thinking of, but as long as it doesn't hurt me,
I'll trust you."

I moved the easy chair so that the back of it was to the window, turned off
the lights in the room, and opened the curtains wide. We had a beautiful
view of the city in the distance. I sat down in the chair and motioned her
to sit in my lap. We sat there for awhile, kissing and licking, and I asked
her to suck on my nipples. She hadn't thought of this before, but (like
everything else, now that she realized that sex wasn't dirty or forbidden)
started to kiss my chest. After a few ineffectual strokes, she asked me for
some pointers.

"Do you like the way I suck and kiss your tits?"

"You know I do."

"Then just do to me what you'd like me to do to you."

That did it. She started nibbling and sucking one of the nipples, all the
while playing with the other one with her hand. Gently at first, then
getting a little harder until finally she bit it so hard that I yelped. Then
gently again.

While she was doing that, I let my free hand roam across her breasts, and
down to her groin. As soon as I touched her clitoris, she jerked as if an
electric shock had traveled through her body.

"Oooh, that's so sensitive without the hair!"

I started to bring her to climax quickly, but instead of screaming, she just
kept on kissing my chest. After she was done, I stood her up, and then had
her kneel on the arms of the chair, with her arms on the back. Kneeling
there, she had to have the idea that anyone outside could see her, when in
fact the glass would reflect all light so that we were perfectly private.

I kneeled down and started to eat her nicely shaved pussy again. She was
still hot from the finger fuck I gave her, and she started moaning almost
immediately. I let my tongue slip up her slit and licked the area right
above it. Then I started nibbling all over her ass, getting closer and
closer to her anus.

"You aren't thinking of . . .?"

"Only if you want me to," I replied. I kept licking near it. Finally, she
moved her ass so that my tongue came into contact with it. As she felt the
new sensation, she pressed backwards into my mouth, and I lapped deep into
her anus. I could tell she liked it. After awhile I stopped, stood up, and
started moving my penis around her pussy area. As always, it was quite wet,
and I slipped my dick into her cunt. The moaning and screaming began almost
immediately. I was very slow, and reached around her to squeeze her titties.
She just came and came, and after about five minutes of that, I was ready,
so I sped up and exploded into her.

It felt so good that my toes started to curl down and I could barely stand
up. After I was through coming, I staggered off her and fell on the bed. She
was on top of me in a minute, hugging and kissing me, telling me how much
she liked that and what a great lover I was.

After she got the warm washrag and cleaned me up, we crawled into the
bedsheets and just held each other.

"Don, I think I know how I want to take revenge on David for what he did."

"Don't you think that being with me like this is enough?"

"Oh, I'm even with him now, but I want to be ahead of him. The best part of
my idea is that he'll never know, unless one of us tells him. It's perfectly
harmless."

"What are you going to do?"

"It's what we are going to do, if you'll help me. Do you remember why I
caught David and Lisa?"

"Sure, he wanted to have Lisa in your bed. Because you are such a cold,
frigid . . . ouch! You didn't have to squeeze it that hard!"

"Yes, dear, I used to be cold and frigid, but now I'm not, thanks to you,
and David will so much enjoy the education you're giving me. But, think, he
never got to have his fun. By accident, I caught them before they had a
chance to make love in our house. If we make love there, it will be like I'm
one up on him. Why don't you help me with this?"

"Well, how do we get into the house without the neighbors seeing us?"

"That's simple. Simply wait at your office until after dark, and then call a
taxi to bring you to my house. The neighbors will simply think it's David
returning. After we're done, I'll drive you back to your car."

It sounded like something she had thought out, and I figured she deserved to
have a psychological edge over her husband. I agreed, and after some more
hugging and kissing, we fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, she woke me up in desire. I felt that she needed
one more lesson in positions, so after I prepared her with my mouth, I
climbed on top of her in the missionary position. As I moved slowly within
her, she began to come. Yes, she screamed.

The next morning, as we were preparing to leave, I asked her what the
neighbors would think about her coming in so early after having been out all
night.

"Oh, that was easy. I just told Mrs. Grundy across the street that I was
going to visit my daughter across the state line, and asked her to keep an
eye on the house until I got back this morning. I can't wait to see you
tonight."

#As I worked that morning, I reviewed the weekend's schedule. That evening,
of course, I'd be with Judy. Lisa was going to catch a red-eye from Denver,
and would get home by Midnight. I'd be home before then, not that Lisa would
be concerned. Dave would return from his golf trip with his buddies Sunday
afternoon. It seemed like there was enough slack in the timetable that it
would all turn out alright.

I left the office about 2:00, and went over to the club for a round with a
couple of my friends. They knew that I was a bachelor, so I ordered a
sandwich in the grillroom while we were having a couple of beers.
Afterwards, I drove back to the office and putzed around until it started
getting dark around 8:15. I called a cab, and he took me to Judy and Dave's
house. Judy met me at the door, and passionately kissed me after she had
closed it behind us. Judy was wearing a sheer black robe that showed her
figure exquisitely with matching panties, and a black and gold choker around
her neck.

She took me on a quick tour of the downstairs, poured me a drink and then
led me upstairs to the bedroom. It was a gorgeous house with a traditional
master bedroom suite. You know, cathedral ceiling, fireplace, reading nook,
his and her walk-in closets, a spa that they denigrate to the status of
'master bedroom.' Judy, as I expected, had some interior decorating blood in
her, and the room was quite nice, if a little sterile. There was a king-size
bed, and I remarked on such a playground.

"It hasn't been a playground. I insisted on the biggest bed I could find, so
that we wouldn't have to bump into each other as we slept. Now, I think the
function is going to change."

She laid down on the bed, and started told me to undress myself. I took her
negligee and panties off, leaving her dressed in only that black choker, and
put then started to eat her pussy. She was getting into it when we heard a
car door slam.

"Don't worry," she said, "it's just the next door neighbors."

Then she told me to lie on my back with my head at the foot of the bed. She
climbed on top of me into her favorite position. As we were really going to
it, I heard a gasp from over my shoulder. I strained my neck, and there was
Dave, staring at his 'cold, frigid' wife on top of me with her breasts
flying and her shaved pussy grinding on me. Then I realized that he was half
undressed, and on the other side of him was my wife, Lisa, with her blouse
hanging wide open exposing one of my favorite camisoles.

"Don't you dare stop, Don," she cried, "and you two can just sit on the edge
of the bed and watch us."

I began to droop a little bit from the shock, but then Judy started twisting
my nipples and my old cock got hard again. I sure am glad he's a free
thinker. If it was up to me, I'd have bolted right there.

Dave was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the show, and Lisa went up
beside him and started kissing his neck. She seemed to be taking this right
in stride. He looked at her, looked at his wife, and then said, "What the
hell," and started kissing my wife back.

By the time Judy was screaming in climax, Lisa and Dave were completely
naked. Lisa laid down beside me and motioned Dave to enter her in
missionary. She put her legs all the way around his back and had him coming
in no time. By the time he had come (didn't take long,) Judy was starting to
cool off. I never had a chance to come; I'd never seen my wife with another
man before, and I was too busy watching all the gyrations around me to
concentrate.

As Dave got off of Lisa, Judy hugged him without getting off of me, said,
"Welcome home, dear," and kissed him. Lisa bent over me and gave me a
wonderful kiss. Judy climbed off of me, passed kleenex all around, and said,
"I'm sure you're all thirsty. Let me go get something to drink. Is champagne
all right with you? No, don't get up, why don't the three of you laze around
and catch up with each other?" Then Judy got out of bed and put on a flimsy
little robe on that showed her figure very effectively.

I just looked at my wife and her lover, and asked, "Now before the two of
you ask me the same question, What the Hell are you two doing here?"

Dave said, "We're here to have sex. Judy told us we should come here because
it was the right thing to do." Dave looked a little out of it right then,
and I just looked at Lisa.

Lisa laid down on the bed and said, "Perhaps I'd better tell it, but I'm
still frustrated. While I'm talking, I want you to touch me!" Not knowing
who she was talking to, we both put our hands on opposite nipples. Dave was
shocked for a minute and pulled his hand away. Lisa grabbed it and put it
where he could tease her cunt. "I got a voicemail Tuesday afternoon from
Judy, asking me to please call her. I got a hold of her here at the house."
Just then, Judy returned with a tray of champagne and various finger foods.
Pouring us all a glass and putting the food within reach on the nightstands,
she took a seat on the couch and just listened. Lisa continued, "Judy told
me that she understood why Dave had strayed, and that she felt that if he
didn't complete his mission that she would never be able to get him back.
She begged me to have one more tryst with him here at the house, and asked
me if I could possibly meet him at the airport on Friday evening. After we
had talked for over an hour, I thought she was sincere, and I decided to
help her out of the mess in her marriage that I had helped to create. Oooh,
a little faster please, Dave. I checked my schedule, realized that I could
slough off my Friday afternoon meeting, and I could meet Dave at the
airport.

"About 6:30 West Coast time Wednesday morning, I got a call from Dave in my
hotel room. Dave you sounded so excited! Keep going! We agreed to meet at
the airport, as Dave found a flight that got in about the same time as mine.
Would one of you eat my cunt?"

I motioned to Dave to go ahead, and he put his head between Lisa's legs. I
got off the bed and went to sit next to Judy, who was smiling and watching.
She cuddled up next to me and started tickling my dick while I kneaded her
breasts. I said, "But Dave, you were supposed to play golf in North Carolina
until Sunday. Did you cut it short?"

"No, I wasn't. It was a seven day package, and today was the last day." We
just looked at each other, and then the truth dawned on me. Judy just said,
"David, I think you help should Lisa. I think she's ready to come." He went
to back to work with his tongue, while I went back over to sit with Judy.

We were sitting there, watching Dave work on Lisa, and Judy whispered into
my ear that she'd set the whole thing up, but she was glad for the way it
was working out. She made me feel good about being her lover.

After Lisa climaxed, much more quietly than Judy did, they both sat up,
grabbed a gulp of champagne, and then looked at us. Lisa looked at me and
said, "Okay, loverboy, what in the hell WERE you doing here, fucking Dave's
wife?"

Judy began, "It's my fault, not Don's. I set this whole thing up. I talked
Don into helping me with some clothes and jewelry, and started leading him
on a little bit. By Monday evening, I was pretty sure he'd go to bed with me
if I played my cards right. I was planning on keep putting him off until
tonight, when I would get him over here so that the two of you would find us
in bed together.

"But on Wednesday night, my plans changed. After we had gone shopping once
more, I got Don to drive us out to Smith's ford."

"You mean the creek up north?" asked Dave. "The place where we first made
love in the back of my Chevy?"

"Yes, that's the one. But something happened. While I was letting him kiss
me a little bit, I realized that for the first time I was enjoying what was
happening. Don was such a gentleman that I thought about taking a blanket
out in the field and letting him have me there, just like you did with me
the next couple of times, David. But I couldn't be that unfaithful to you.

"David, don't be upset with me, but the last two nights I've spent the time
with Don in a hotel room. I tricked him into coming over tonight; he didn't
know you'd be walking in on us. He's taught me so much about making love,
and I know I'll be a better wife to you for it, David."

With that, Judy got off the couch, and went over to the bed, and put her
face close to Dave's and asked, "Can you forgive me, dear?" They began to
kiss, and then to feel each other up. Lisa came over to me, and we watched
them for awhile. Then, Lisa grabbed our clothes and started for the door.
The last sight I had as I closed the door to their bedroom was Judy sitting
down on Dave's hard cock.

Lisa and I found a guest bedroom down the hall and started making love
ourselves. I enjoyed making my wife come, and coming myself, as we listened
to Judy's screams.

After about an hour, Dave knocked on the door and asked if we'd like him to
take us home now. After we got dressed , Judy was waiting downstairs for us,
fully dressed in a new, exciting outfit. She shook Lisa's hand and thanked
her, and then shook my hand too!

Dave drove us home, four miles or so, and very little was said. When we went
to get out of the car, Lisa gave him a nice kiss. Dave shook my hand and
said, "Thanks for everything, tiger." I just told him, "You're welcome.
Anytime."

The next morning, I skipped my golf game and Lisa and I just stayed in bed,
screwing and talking. She wouldn't let me out until I gave her every last
detail. Then she made me waffles. Over breakfast, we figured that we should
get them a little something, sort of a re-marriage gift.

We went to a bookstore and got a copy of The Joy Of Sex. We inscribed the
title page, 'With much love from Lisa and Don,' and then had it wrapped. I
drove up to their house, Lisa got out of the car, put it inside their screen
door, rang the doorbell and ran like hell back to the car. We were gone
before they ever got the door opened.

#For about six weeks, there was no contact between the two couples. We were
having dinner at the club by ourselves on a Wednesday night in mid-October,
and the two of them passed by as we were just getting our drinks. Judy was
wearing a very sexy black and white strapless outfit with a serious slit up
the side. We stood up to say hello, and Lisa said, "Why don't the two of you
eat with us?"

We were sitting in a quiet corner where no one could hear us, and eventually
the conversation turned to how they were getting along. Judy beamed, and
said "Screwingly, just screwingly!" Two months before, she would never have
made a joke like that.

A little while later, Judy said, "Don, David and I really want to thank you.
When David and Lisa had their affair, I was afraid that our marriage might
be over. Lisa, I'm not blaming you; on the contrary. I simply didn't know
what my husband needed or wanted, and you were able to give him some of
that. But Don, being such a gentleman as he is, gently tutored me so that I
could make David love me again. Oh, he wasn't shy about getting into my
pants," she said, giving me a little pat on the hand, "but his original
motivation was to help us, to show me how to go about getting me my husband
back again. Without him, I'm sure we be in divorce proceedings now."

Dave countered, "She's right. We like to thank the two of you. What can we
do for you?" Of course, I told them that the pleasure had been all mine
(quite a bit of it was,) and that they should just forget it. Dave told me
he would like hell.

The evening ended with the four of us sitting in the bar buying each other
after dinner drinks. I think Dave won, 1 up, but I put up a good match. As
we left, Judy gave me a kiss and a pat on the ass!

About a week later, I got home after work on Friday night, and was surprised
to find Lisa's car in the garage. Normally she works later than I do. I went
into the kitchen, and heard Lisa's voice from our comfortable living room,
"I'm in here, dear."

I went in, and was surprised to find her lounging on the couch in a bright
green negligee. I went over to her, kissed her, and asked what I did to
deserve that view?

"Oh, I thought you'd like to get the weekend off to a flying start. Would
you like a drink? I'll get up and get it for you. You know, we could really
use a maid around here."

Just then, I heard a voice from the doorway cry, "Right away, 'mam!" I
turned around to see Judy carrying a tray with Gin and Tonic's on it,
dressed in an outrageous maid's costume. I'm sure you've seen the kind in
magazines or Frederick's of Hollywood stores. A black and white bra with a
little collar above it, and a G string with ruffles across the waist.

As we drank, the two girls started feeling me up, and then Lisa and Judy led
me up to the bedroom, both got in bed with me. As they were stripping my
clothes off of me, Judy said, "David was serious about getting you something
that you wanted. I remembered you telling me that you'd like to have two
women at once, so with David's permission, I called Lisa and asked her if
the two of us could make your fantasy come true."

Lisa piped up with, "and if we don't, it'll be your fault."

Lisa started kissing my nipples, and Judy went to work giving me a blow job.
I'll never tell Lisa this, but Judy is better at that job. As I was just
about to come from Judy's sucking, she stopped, and climbed on top of me in
her favorite position. Lisa came around the other way, and put her pussy
right over my lips. I exploded into Judy's cunt while Lisa came from me
licking her.

I turned over and started to eat Judy while she was laying on her back, and
Lisa was licking my ass and putting her finger into me. For the next two
hours, the two of them did everything I could think of to me. I fucked Lisa
once, and then still had strength to let Judy give me one of her fantastic
blow jobs.

When we finally began to slow down, Lisa was cuddled up to me on my left
side while Judy was clinging to my right. One of them had my cock in their
hand, but I don't remember which. I asked, "Well, what's Dave doing tonight
with you over here, Judy."

"Oh, I think he's just sitting around the house. I left him a TV dinner and
told him to be good."

I asked for the phone, and called their house. When he answered, I moaned,
"Dave, help. I'm being made into a sex slave here. I need your assistance!"
When Dave finished laughing, I said, "No, really, I'm serious. They've got
me tied up and everything. You've got to come and rescue me."

Lisa took the phone and said, "Yes, really Dave. Why don't you come on over
and join in? Judy and I would love to have you. Don's being a party pooper.
He hasn't been able to get it up all night . . . Fine, see you in 10
minutes."

While we waited for him, we decided to continue the scenario. The girls got
some scarves, and tied me to the bed. Lisa went down and opened the front
door so Dave could just walk in. When he entered the house, I screamed,
"Dave, up here. Help!" When he came into the bedroom, the two naked women
jumped him from behind. Judy held his hands behind him while Lisa stripped
his clothes off. Then, to my surprise, instead of them releasing me, they
tied him up next to me! They both took care of him for awhile, while they
waited for me to regain my strength. Then they released us. The last thing I
remember about that night is doing it to Judy doggy style, while Lisa got
Dave to help her with some damn Kama-Sutra thing.

Since then, we get together as a foursome for an orgy once a month or so. If
one of us has an extended period out of town, the other couple will take
care of the single. Sometimes as a threesome, but more often, the opposite
sex will just sleep over.

We've taken a couple of trips with them to vacation spots. Both times, Judy
came as my wife and Dave does Lisa's bidding. I like it that way; I don't
have to listen to Lisa's snoring. I still don't get much sleep then,
however; Judy keeps me up all night. We're even talking about buying a
couple of lots next to each other on a golf course down in the Carolinas and
using them as summer homes and eventually retirement places.

As I said before, nothing is as rewarding as a good education. The question
I'm still trying to answer is: who was Professor Higgins, and who is Eliza?






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